Accompanied by that chilling tone, an indescribable oppression filled the hearts of everyone in Weilu City.
It was like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, gazing at them from afar.
Ready to leap from the underbrush at any moment and crush their throats.
The elves clasped their hands together at their chests, knelt on the ground, heads slightly bowed, their prayers growing increasingly devout.
"Great God, the Sovereign who rules the Swamp..."
"Your light endures eternally..."
"Your will transcends the galaxy..."
"Your gaze illuminates the Abyss..."
"You are the eternal immortal, now, before, and forever..."
The whispered prayers gathered into a Power of Faith, crossing time and space, pouring into Lear's body.
Sensing the gradually condensing Power of Faith in his body, Lear instinctively looked back at his territory.
Then he slightly raised his head, staring at the level 19 Corpse Dragon looming above.
His voice was calm.
